Deadlier

Chapter 2

⚠️⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️⚠️ HE WILL BE GRAPHICALLY KILLING AND TORTURING SOMEONE

Alfonso POV:

I laugh along with Lombardo as we relax in my room. I have a separate house in Florence away from Alessandra, it is my escape that I can run away to whenever I get bored of her- which happens often. She had so much potential really, I do not know where I went wrong. She should be a perfectly trained obedient little doll by now, but just last week I heard her talking quietly with Aelia about how much she disliked the way I treat her, though it honestly is not my fault. If she was a good wife and would just let me have my way with her every night, if she was actually good enough to make me satisfied then I would not have to beat her and i would not be desperate to escape to Florence every few weeks. She only has a few jobs as my wife- behave, satisfy my needs, and look pretty and she can't even do these simple tasks.

I am snapped out of my thoughts as the prostitutes I ordered enter the room. One quickly comes and kneels by my side whilst the other joins Lombardo next to me. "Finally" I exclaim, "took you long enough to get here". The echoing silence is broken by a small whimper, bringing a smile to my face. I head to my room with the prostitute. "Strip" I command her as I undo my belt. 'Crack!' I grin as my belt collides with her bare back, again, and again, and again. I make quick work tying her up as I continue my torture session. Her screams are like music to my ears, the sound like the most melodic tune. I go over to the kitchen and grab a knife as fantasies of slitting her neck cross my mind. No one would even notice, no one would care. Prostitutes are there for pleasure and entertainment. If she were to simply... disappear no-one would notice. The girl cannot be older then 14, her young body thin as she is likely not fed much. Firstly I slash her hair and the rush of energy I get from hearing her cries makes the whole experience so much more intense and satisfying. I picture Alessandra sitting in front of me as I draw cuts across her arms, watch the tears stream down her face as she cries for help, the crimson blood forming a river on her arm before turning into a stunning waterfall as it cascades down. I continue my torture session and by the end the girl is no longer breathing.

I often fantasize about killing Alessandra and killing this girl has only made me want to do so more. Just the thought of her screams makes me feel ecstatic. The desire to watch the life drain from her body as I squeeze tightly on her neck, watching as it breaks by the power of my hands. The simple thought of watching the blood splutter out of her mouth, the crunch of the bones as they shatter beneath my hands makes me want to squeal with joy! It would allow me too finally be free, free from her and being tied down. I would never have to hide my getaways anymore, I could find someone new, someone better. No-one would even miss her, and I regardless I am untouchable. So, it's a plan, when I get back home next week I will use her one last time before killing her.

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